When I got pregnant and throughout my pregnancy, I began mentally preparing myself the best I could for a lot of things; the pain of labor and delivery, the crying, the lack of sleep, and the list goes on.
But why, Why, WHY did no one mention the laundry?? THIS was something I needed to mentally prepare for. Oh, if you only knew how hard my poor washer and dryer are working. Day and night they churn and spin, pumping out clean clothes almost as fast as we dirty them.
Before the baby, Philip and I did laundry once a week. Sometimes if I was busy we would go a week and a half. And suddenly we add one tiny human to the family and I’m doing laundry every. single. day! Although it’s been nearly eight weeks since his birth, and we have done this much laundry every week, I’m still shocked when I’ve just finished folding all the clean clothes and then venture to the hamper only to find it nearly full again.
I’m starting to think that I’m blacking out for periods of time during the day in which I just go to my closet, pull everything out, and put it in the clothes hamper. It seems like the only possible answer.
Tomorrow I’ll monitor my activity scrupulously. In the mean time, I have to go start another load.